Quarry's deal

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I waited for her to come, and when she did, so did I. I asked her to lift and she lifted and let me get my hands out from under her. Here I’d been cupping that ass of hers, enjoying that fine ass of hers, and then we both came and suddenly her ass weighs a ton and all I can think about is getting my hands out from under before they get the fuck crushed.

I rolled off her.

“Was it good for you?” she asked.

“It was fine.”

There was a moment of strained silence. She wanted me to ask, so I did: “How was it for you?”

“Fine,” she said.

That taken care of, I got off the bed, slipped into my swim trunks, trudged into her kitchen, and got myself a bottle of Coke.

“Get some kleenex for me,” she called from the bedroom.

I was still in the kitchen. I said, “You want something to drink?”

“Please! Fix me a Seven and Seven, will you?”

Jesus, I thought. I put some Seagram’s and Seven-Up and ice in a glass, got her some kleenex from the bathroom, and went into the bedroom, where she took both from me, setting the glass on the night-stand, stuffing the kleenex between her legs.

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